Binding Rules

Doorbell. (22rd Chapter)

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Harmony's POV:
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He wants an answer, but its not ready yet to be said. What I am curtain of, is that Harry is able to send me positive vibes. But still, there is so much left to discover about him; these things don’t just happen all of a sudden. “(He removes his forehead from mine, then holds my hands in both of his warm pair) I guess you’ll never believe me. No matter how much I try to convince you.”




I shake my head, denying his words from being the truthful fact of my silence. Why is it ultimately difficult to speak right now? Have I lost the will to make my thoughts audible?“I’ll drive you back.” His voice sounds defeated, like he knows I don’t have feelings towards him.




He stands up slowly, beginning his lifeless walk; but my hand stops him. I slither my fingers around his lower arm, making him look at me with a tiny percentage of hope. “(I whisper) I would like to stay the night. (I clear my throat nervously) I mean, if that's acceptable with you, Harry.” His green jewels regain their sedating shine, followed by those perfectly aligned teeth in the view.




He nods, popping his dimples in what seems that he isn’t sad anymore. His face by itself, could do wonders to me; what about the rest of him? He shrugs my hand off of his arm in a tiny effort, making it slide to his palm. Once it reaches there, he carefully snakes his fingers with mine; giving me a questioning look if this is acceptable.




I leave my mind to react with no control, resulting my head to nod with a light grin at Harry. He stretches me up with our joined hands, sighing with anticipation. “Let’s get you something to wear, love.” There he goes with that word again, as if my heart needed to pound faster than it already is. I don’t even know what made me tell him that I wanted to stay; it’s not likely for me to behave like this. I suppose that’s what happens when you allow yourself to unchain from the behaviour boundaries.




… The Next Day…




Louis was past asleep when Harry knocked on his door last night. Since he couldn’t get me anything to wear, he gestured to lend me a shirt of his. I argued with him to stay in my work uniform, but he insisted till I accepted. It wasn’t forceful like all of his procedures; it was more of a hospitable gesture that was filled with perfect care and warmth.




We shared his bed for the second time, last night; talking about anything and everything. He told me about his life, and I telltaled mine back. We both shared a moment that I mentioned to want before. A time when him and I would sit, actually we laid down, and talk with no sexual or flirtatious restrains. I have to admit, it was the first and the best two hours, that Harry and I shared till now.




We both saddened about the story of our lives, but each of us made the mood change. It felt like we didn’t want anything to upset the other; I was surprised with myself the most, with the caring that I held for him. I left Harry sleeping upstairs, a while ago. Everyone was still in their separate rooms, except for me.




I was wondering around the living room, wearing Harry’s socks and his large shirt. For the firs time, I felt like what I’m wearing doesn’t isn't shameful or inappropriate; I felt accepted regardless of what I look like, or what my background is about. This feeling couldn’t be sold no matter what the offer may be, as I now know that Harry is leaning more to my positive side.




If he remains like this, showing his true characteristics; I would definitely find a chance for us to be more involved. The doorbell rings, snapping me out of my happy thoughts; should I get that, or wait for the boys to do so?